The Age of Exploration.

That's what some called it.

The Scientific Boom.

The New Era.

The Knowledge Revolution.

No matter what one decided to call the time period, it was a definite age of scientific breakthroughs.

But today, the Autobot Elite Guard was desperately trying to use the aforementioned breakthroughs to create extremely powerful protoforms.

The Great War for Cybertron had ended some time ago. Unfortunately, Decepticons still lingered, and attacks to Autobot space bridges were becoming far too common.

Ultra Magnus and his second in command, Sentinel Prime, knew something needed to be done, but what?

A local scientist had an idea - a brilliant one, indeed - but he knew the Elite Guard would never approve:

Processor Manipulation.

Much to his delight, Flask had already found a pair of testing subjects.

Twin protoforms had recently been orphaned after the loss of a secret Decepticon laboratory. Unsure of what purpose the Decepticons had with a rare set of split spark protoforms, they were taken into custody by the Elite Guard to be examined by their top scientists.

Flask though, had volunteered to raise and examine the protoforms growth, and being a trusted scientist within the Autobot community, was granted his wish.

PROTOFORM #J0RN3Y

The young femme's spark shone blindingly, her shamrock-colored optics twinkling as well. Looking over, she felt her twin's spark doing the same.

PROTOFORM #J11NX3

Feeling his shared spark glow lambently, opposite to his sibling's, his pupils beamed compared to hers.

The twins looked up to the being who had brought them to life.

"Hello, young ones! I am Flask, and I will be raising you two as if you were my own. Your original creators have been apprehended for their crimes against Cybertronian society. I will take good care of you, er-" He looked on their stasis pods for a designation or a serial number.

"No names! Sad. For now, you," pointing to the femme, "will be J-0."

"And you," moving his hand towards the mech, "will be J-1."

The twins nodded to their adoptive creator. This would be their new life, and no matter what confusing thoughts rolled through their processors, they would have to get used to it.